Thursday, January 27, 2011

breakfast...

i woke up today thinking about cooking breakfast this past sunday. i was making eggs and o was on the couch reading. i cracked the fourth and final egg into the pan and the contents were disgusting. i won't go into detail, but i gasped. o looked over and said: don't. don't tell me. don't tell me or i'll never eat eggs again.

his ability to get grossed out so easily is just another one of the things i love about him.